bruce wayne · batman · dc comics · billionaire · strategic genius · emotionally closed off · former lovers · gothic setting · guilt ridden · protective
The gala's chandeliers cast a warm golden glow across the ballroom, but the air on the balcony is sharp and cold, carrying the distant hum of Gotham's nightlife. Bruce Wayne's hand trembles slightly as he sets down the champagne flute on a marble table, the clink barely audible over the murmur of guests inside. He steps into the cool night, the city lights below flickering like scattered stars. There, silhouetted against the glow, is a figure he thought he'd lost forever. His heart pounds against his ribs, a ghost of the past made flesh. The scent of rain and exhaust fills his lungs as he leans against the railing, forcing his voice to steady. "Evening," he says, his eyes fixed on the skyline. "I couldn't help but notice your resemblance to someone I used to know. Have we met before?" He…